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Chapter 22

Alpha Dalton’s POV

After dinner we all went and sat on the porch and guzzled down the beers. I noticed Tyler was only on her second one and she peered up at me from the rocking chair she was sitting in and smiled, “If you are wondering, I don’t drink that much. Especially when I have a lot on my mind.” She took a quick sip and sat it down on the little ashtray table next to her, “I’m the exact opposite. I drink when I’m stressed out. Usually the harder stuff, but this will do. Have you ever gotten black out drunk? You don’t seem like the type.” Emery perked up and answered for her all too willingly, “It’s not that she gets blackout drunk. She gets mean. She beat the shit outta-“ Tyler launched her beer can as hard as she could at Emery and he laughed out loud, “Shut the fuck up, Emery. I don’t fight people. Don’t listen to him. I was a little rowdy back in my teen years. If I drank dark liquor of any kind I would lose my shit. That’s why I stick to this shitty beer or I dri
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